A/N: Okkaay, so since this is da 1st update of 2004 (ahll rigght!) im gonna do the favorite 'Reviews Reviewed' thingy where I (thts me) will answer to the lovely comments u wrote on ur reviews! aint I nice? Yeah . . . im nice. Ahem. Nywho:
ME and not you, hey man, u r absolutely rite! U were not only the first reviewer of chapter10 BUT! U were also the FIRST EVER REVIEWER OF 2004!!! Well . . . My reviewer atleast! Happy? U shud b.
Huntersgirl, hey! thanks for the review! Did u like the whole appearance of HHH&Steph? I think I'll do a bunch of those every now and then. -_-
Nina, Well, I think u have to wait and see if Jeff finally beats the assclowns out of Y2J! and btw, the Jeff-mastah has taken his first step in this chapter! (literally)
Chrissy, hey, well thanks for liking the fic! yeah more Trish and Jeff . . . I think u'll get a wee bit of it tonite, but not much Jeffy Trishy for now! Maybe on the next chapter!
Kate, I'm writin I'm writin! LOLZ look below coz I wrote! -_-
LilMary, I updated! I updated! Again, -_-
OKAY, SO without wasting ny more time! On with the story! The first ever RAW of 2004! What really happened with Matt & Lita tonite, what u saw on TV was WRONG! It was just made-up! : ), yeah, Matt was NEVER a face! Lol, read and u'll see wat I'm blabbing abt.
Chapter 11
'January 3rd, 2004, I can't believe another year has gone by this fast. Today is a very special day into the New Year, today all our guests will be leaving after a 3-day holiday here at Matty's house. Trish, Billy, Adam, Jay, Stacey, Chris Jericho, they will be leaving for their own homes in other cities. *Sigh* It was a great Holiday for us, me and Matty I mean, after that absolutely ROMANTIC candlelight dinner he presented me, I couldn't think of any other way of ending the night. However, as sweet as MY Matthew is, he prepared a very cozy bed for us, I don't know how badly I thrived for it . . . the sex was just mind blowing! I . . . I still feel guilty about the way I cheated on him . . . I still feel I should be punished for that crime, but I just can't find the right time to tell him, I haven't found the courage within me to actually tell him about it. To tell him about Batista . . . I want to tell him, YOU know I want to tell him. But what if he breaks up with me? What if he ends our relationship? I don't think I can live a second knowing that MY Matt, the Matt I love so, hates me. I just don't know how I can survive if Matt hates me. I just can't tell him now . . . not yet.' Amy Dumas explored the last few days on her mind, it was like a Morning Prayer she did from time to time, talking to God. The first three days of 2004 had passed by in a normal manner for her, she enjoyed the company with Matt and the coupling they shared. It was like they were married and lived a very happy and normal life. The thoughts about Batista hadn't come to her in the longest hours, but it did resurface during the few short minutes when Matt's hot lips circled around her chest . . . the remembrance of that awful night, the visions of Dave doing what Matt was just blasted to her. It scared Amy to the deepest, she feared the fact that her actions were haunting her even when she was with Matt, she hated herself for that.
"Umm . . . Amez?" The voice of her best friend cracked Lita away from her thoughts as she held Trish Stratus in a firm hug. She realized she was hugging her unnecessarily for more than the needed time. "Whoops," Amy smiled away from her, "Sorry." She apologized.
"Aw shucks! You just take care of yourself okay hon.?"
"Yes 'Mom'." The diva joked. Trish was the last person who was leaving for who knows how long? She might not be coming back to North Carolina for a long time, the WWE doesn't always gives you vacations to enjoy for this long.
Trish smudged Amy a look with a shaking head before turning her attention to the person standing at the end of the door, Jeff Hardy. Jeff was released from his hospital just that morning, but he was strictly ordered to rest at home for another week or so. The bandages across his forehead, and taped ankle were for better healing stability.
"Well," Trish spoke in a soft manner as she stood infront of him, "I guess, I'll see ya later then?" She faked a small laugh. Trying to keep the emotion from exploding, no matter how much Trish wanted to block Jeff away from herself, she knew exactly how the feeling of affection pierced through her heart everytime she saw him.
"Yeah . . . I guess," Jeff didn't accept the handshake she sent forward, he needed to hug her, he needed to give her comfort for what she had bared. Jeff only wanted his ex-girlfriend to be happy, no matter what. Even if it meant she was with Y2J. He just wanted her to be happy.
She leant against him, the feeling of him holding her had consumed Trish to the highest point. Her want was still unsaved, and only with Jeff Hardy, she felt that need coming as a whole. Trish could hear their hearts beating as one in an equal music—it felt complete.
"Trish! C'mon we'll miss our flight!" Chris's call from outside broke their bonded connection. Trish felt the awe of how deep it seemed once she was holding him, how time somehow 'stopped' at those few seconds! The sudden intervention resulted only her to startle away from him, and the same look of sudden confusion was also clearly drafted onto Jeff's eyes . . . Trish could see it . . . she could sense it.
"Umm," She tried as quickly to react, "SO, heh." She felt rather odd when she saw both Amy and Matt staring at her in a very interesting way, slow smirks hinted on their faces. The diva wished it was best to just ignore it . . . for now. "I . . . ah . . . I'll see you guys later 'kay? Take care of yourself Jeff . . . guys."
"Right . . . bye!" was the normal calling as the door shut with Trish. Suddenly . . . emptying the large house with its only three occupants . . . Jeff, Matt and Lita. Trish was gone.
~ Back inside, Hardy House ~
Jeff Hardy locked the already closed door to which the girl of his dreams had just exited. He was the one closest to the door so he did his part, of course, his mind was still racing to the fact of Trish Stratus LIVING with Chris Jericho. But more importantly, how she hugged him at the way out, her hug seemed . . . very loving and very passion-filled. Jeff failed to stop the sigh from escaping through his mouth as he stared at the knob; he was just retrieved from the hospital a few hours ago. His dad wasn't home as he was out with a couple of his friends, the only two other person standing behind Jeff, who also saw how he grabbed Trish, was the two last people Jeff wanted to see at this particular moment: his brother, Matt Hardy, and his older-sister-like friend, Amy Dumas, the same couple whom he once had the faction of Team Extreme with. But he had to turn around and look, "What?" Jeff muttered with heavy-eyelids as he watched Matt and Amy smiling there, standing with each other in a hand-in-hand pose.
"Y'know Jeff," His brother started first, resulting the younger Hardy to only roll his eyes as he helped himself to walk about the other side of the large living room, he had to use the help of two crutches to walk about. "You should tell her how you feel man, she deserves to know." Matt completed.
Yes, Matt was right! She deserved to know how Jeff felt, but it was easier said than done. Jeff couldn't possibly go and tell Trish about his true feelings, SHE broke up with him. He knew that she was happy with Jericho now . . . not him. But explaining THAT to his older brother and his girlfriend would seem forever.
"Look man," Jeff stopped to eye the man standing behind him, "I don't wanna talk about it. Not now, not ever."
"What's your problem man?" Matt said in a louder voice, he tried to ignore Amy's hand scratching at his arm, "You need to talk to her. She needs to talk to you! Why don't you want that?"
"BECAUSE! That's why!" Jeff shouted back, "I don't want her to be sad!"
"She won't be sad Jeff." This came from Amy,
"Look!" Jeff stopped at his tracks; "I don't need this lecture okay? I know what I'm doing with my life."
"Oh yeah? Well, is 'not consulting the police after some punk beat you up' a good decision Jeff?" Matt shouted at him.
"Guys,"
"Listen Matt, there were no reasons for me to call the cops after I got mugged!"
"You didn't get mugged Jeff, you got your ass whipped by a bunch of hooligans!" The screams and shouts only increased in volume, Matt was very close to his injured brother's nose.
"You are NOT my FATHER!" Jeff barked at him.
"NO I'm NOT! I'm your brother. Your older brother." That was all Matt had to say. His end of the argument stopped right there. For all of his life, Matt looked upon Jeff like the little brother he was, Matt felt that he was the protector of Jeff. No he wasn't his father, no body could take their father's place, Matt was his brother, and that's how he felt.
Jeff only shook his head, pants growing from his breaths as slow tears started to form in his eyes. "Yeah right." Was the only thing that emerged from his vibrated tone.
Again, Matt Hardy couldn't believe what he just heard, "What did you just say?" He asked as his heart felt ripped in two. He could have sworn Amy was grabbing onto him from his back, trying to calm him down.
"Where were you Matt?" Jeff spoke in tears, "Where were you when those guys started to beat up on me? Where was the Big Brother when I needed it? Where WERE you when I lost he love of my heart?"
"Jeff . . ." Amy soothed, she herself in shock.
"You . . . you're blaming that on me man?" Matt felt boiled tears being splattered through his eyes as he said that in a calm voice. "Chris Jericho is the one you should be blaming." "CHRIS JERICHO is the one who did this to you Jeff! And now you're sayin that its MY fault?"
"There's no proof." The younger Hardy forced.
"I will GIVE you proof! You said it yourself Jeff! You told me you heard one of the goons say his name!"
"Just . . . just leave me alone Matt. I need to be alone." Jeff Hardy started to walk the other direction.
"No Jeff, you need to learn. You need to be happy! Jericho is the one who's ruining your life and you're not doing squat about it!"
No response came.
"God," The Older Hardy Boy had released tears strolling down his face, "Good God help him." Jeff went to the balcony on the side and slowly shut closed the door. But Matt's feelings were thrown away, hearing those words coming out from his own little brother, hearing that his little brother was hurt in every way possible. It was a sight no older brother can forget, Jeff was broken apart from everything he ever dreamed about. "Please Help him." Matt's voice wasn't raised above a whisper.
"Matty," He heard the sweet and lovable voice of his Amy speak to him, rotating his face from the direction of the balcony to her with the smooth palm.
Turning around, Matt knew how broken he himself was at the moment, he just followed the way Amy guided him and fell to her shoulders, his eyes pouring down water, his emotions half destroyed. Through her own chest, Amy could just make out how rapid his heart was beating. She could feel him just like Trish felt Jeff. Her eyes remained closed.
'God, please help us. PLEASE help me! Please help our family . . . I don't want this to happen. This isn't how a New Year should be starting . . . this isn't how 2004 should be starting. Please God, Please help us.' Through the deserted house, through Matt's own tears, Amy Christine Dumas couldn't stop herself from bursting the tears of her own. 'Nothing can be justified like this,' She prayed to God, 'Nothing should be THIS sad.'
They stood there for who knows how long, Jeff stranded himself away in the balcony for the rest of the day, he didn't have lunch, he wouldn't want to talk when Amy herself went to him . . . he just sat there on a chair in the balcony. Just sat there, staring at the white snow, staring in his alone saddened way . . .
~ Greenwich ~
As night grafted over the world in its dark cold manner, many like Matt and Amy, Trish and Jericho, enjoyed their special 'coupling', one couple however, had not.
Stephanie McMahon's marriage to her ex-husband Jean 'Triple H' Paul Levesque, was the most important decision in this young woman's life so far. Their marriage back in 2000 was completely uncalled for, and she realized that when they filed for divorce only two years later in 2002, but Stephanie gave Paul a second chance. THIS marriage was their second chance, the one that took place only a few months ago. But for some reason, in the last few days as they cuddled inside their private bed, Hunter's attention had seemed to be elsewhere. Just as right now, in the darkest hour of 12AM, Stephanie and Hunter were sharing their time together in the way all couples do.
Inside the gigantic king-sized bed, Steph bared the weight of the man lying on top of her, she wanted to enjoy the sexual bracing with Hunter, but she also wanted HIM to enjoy it. Hunter was the one who started the deep kiss, but now his force was seemingly slowing down. Just like the night before and the night before that. Stephanie had to break the one-sided kiss and let him roll on his back flat on the other side, she could see no attempts to retake the sexual position she was allowing him. Sighing off a sign of frustration, Stephanie balanced her head on her hand as her elbow supported against the pillows, her curled brown hair fell from her shoulders to fold upon Paul's white pillow. Her revolutionary breasts were only inches away from his lips, he could kiss it and grasp it with his mouth to claim it as his own . . . but Hunter didn't. The hot air from his nose heated across her soft skin, but Paul didn't do anything more, he wouldn't continue their kiss, he wouldn't bury his face into her chest, something was troubling his mind. And Stephanie saw that.
She could only sigh out; "Are you alright hon.?" Her tone a desperate one, above a whisper but below a shout. The wait for an answer was always the difficult moment, waiting as the person breathed out a breath of anxiety. Triple H shifted from his straight-flat position and rotated to Steph's side, "No I ah . . ." He started to talk as he used his elbow to boost up from the bed and meet with her tired, yet sparkling, eyes. "I'm sorry Steph, I just . . . can't sleep. That's all. Too much in my mind." He explained. Pecking a soft kiss on her cheek before completely trying to get up from the bed. But Stephanie's hands stopped him by the back.
"Wait," She said, grabbing her husband's gaze. "I need to know,"
"No Steph, I'm not worried about our marriage!" A short chuckle escaped Paul as he laughed to her. "I know you were gonna ask me that. But I assure you," He was right, she knew it, and now his hand had already started to make its move when it wrapped under her waist, Paul pushed himself forwards so their mouths could be even. "I assure you, marrying you was the best decision I ever made in my life." He kissed her on the forehead this time.
"Then . . . what are you so worried about? Is it the whole Jericho-proposal?"
"Yes," Hunter sighed again,
"But . . . you agreed it didn't you?"
"Of course I did, but . . . I'm also worried about Ric. You know how he went after our wedding. For some reason he doesn't want me to be friends with your dad!"
"I know . . . I know." The long worry about Hunter was finally clearing away from her heart, of course he wasn't rethinking about their marriage! How dumb could Steph be? Mentally, the former GM of Smackdown was laughing insanely, she made a big fool out of herself to her husband . . . good thing he wasn't bringing her 'doubt' up again.
"Well," Hunter emerged out of the warm comforters and almost sat on top of her, he was wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers as she did of a black strapped lower bikini. "I'll just be downstairs okay? I think I'll have a drink."
"Okay hon." Steph used the blanket to cover her chest as she leaned forwards to accept the incoming kiss Triple H presented a small, quick brush against the lips. "Good night," She heard her husband saying while he climbed out of the large bed and pulled on a violate nightshirt.
Stephanie heaved a sigh; it was just stupid of what she doubted about. Hunter loved her; he would never let the words of someone else get to that. Of all she knew, he loved her.
But . . . a striking thought suddenly came to the young McMahon; Hunter spoke about the 'worrying about marriage' thing before she did . . .
~ January 5th, 2004. Memphis USA ~
The coming two days faded away in a very normal manner. For Stephanie and Hunter, they went about their usual agendas as a newly wedded couple. For Matt and Amy, they remained in the Hardy House until just this morning to come down to the current location of Raw— Memphis. The WWE has programmed their schedules in a very complicated way, each week RAW is to be held at a random-picked state in the country, the superstars are given the free-escort to come to that city from their respective hometowns and once there, they had special reservations in the hotels. All of the costs are, of course, paid by the WWE. Now when you are holding a particular title, you will get better service among the air-flights and hotel rooms. For Matt Hardy and Lita Dumas, they hold both the Hardcore and Woman's Championship belts; those sums up to a first-classed service for both of them considering they agree to have a common hotel/locker-room.
The weather in Memphis tonight, was rather cloudy and damped. It didn't snow there, but it had been drizzling all day. Making the coldness in the air more strong than it already was. The rented vehicle of Matt and Amy drove through the wetted streets of Memphis as it entered the parking lot of the first RAW arena of 2004. His mood however, was saddened, just like the last two days. Those words Jeff told him . . . those words hurt Matt deep. And what hurt Amy the most, was the fact that the two brothers wouldn't talk to each other even after that.
"Matty?" Her slow voice could cut the silence in the cold air, this time it was Matt driving and her sitting next to him. "You're still hurting about that whole argument?" Said she, the only answer she got was a sigh from him.
The black sunglasses he had on was the main factor which hid his eyes, but even through its darkness, Amy could sense her soul-mate in pain. Matt loved his little brother like he was his responsibility, and yes, as brothers they did share most disagreements but never one this serious, never one that was this painful to their brotherly love.
Amy gave back her sigh as her hand touched his on the main gear of the car, she knew the boys for more than 6 years. Even before they became 'The Hardy Boyz and Lita', Amy had trained with them. She had a deep bond with them and knew what they went through with their lives. She knew exactly how bad Matt was feeling right now.
"You know how it feels right?" He finally spoke to her as her hand gripped his tighter. "How stupid you feel when your younger brother does that to you?" Matt's voice was calm, not broken, but hurt very deeply.
Her response came in the same, slow, sad manner, "I know." Lita whispered, she knew exactly how it felt. She too had a younger brother. The car came to a complete stop when it slowly parked into the basement-lot. Siding the cars of various other people, some fans, mostly fellow roster-members, but the car wsa the least of worries that struggled within.
"I hate it Amez," Matt crushed her heart with those words, he removed his black-glass to look into her eyes and speak out the pain that was cursing inside of him. "I . . . I hate how Jeff is handling everything." He saw the tears forming in her eyes as the grip in his hand inserted more pressure, "But . . . what I hate most," Matt's eyes weren't any less watery as Amy's. "What I hate most is . . ." The car was stopped, Matt's other hand moved all the way to her side and grabbed Lita's palm, "Is . . . Jeff hating ME." His voice shaken at the extreme of points, the teardrops couldn't be held back by any of them. Obviously, the little brother you loved so much, the same kid bro who you watched growing up, whom you protected from any other kid your age from bullying at him, hearing HIM say that he hates you . . . those words could forever scar in a side of your heart. "Oh Matt . . ." He heard her weeping as Amy suddenly fell to his shoulders as he did on hers, Matt's hands now surrounded her body, his eyes were closed but the tears didn't stopped. "Oh Matt, I never wanted this to happen to you I don't want to see you this hurt." She cried against him, Amy could feel the Hardy Boy's body muscles tighten as she laid her head on his broad shoulder,
"No Amez," Matt's voice spoke to her ear, but she cut him off, "I know how bad it feels Matty, I just don't want YOU to be in it. You loved him so much."
"Amez,"
"You shouldn't be like this Matt, you—"
"Amy,"
"What?" Lita wasn't angry with him, she was sad for him. Too much hurt to see her own boyfriend in so much pain.
"Amy, I . . . I still have YOU." He didn't move, but Amy's mind vibrated to the next level, she was ALWAYS with him . . . she was . . . she was HIS from day one. She was his until . . . she betrayed him like that.
"As long as you are by my side, I can go through it. That's what I've realized Amez, that's how I know things will be alright. Because of YOU Amy Dumas, your love is all I need." It sounded very corny at the first word, but the fact that he meant it from the depths of his soul, cherished Lita to the intense.
"I love you." Those three words were more bombing to her heart, those three simple words from his mouth as she lay inside his arms, those words crashed her with more tears raining down her cheeks. "I love you more," her eyes were squeezed shut, her voice even below a whisper, almost like a soft mourn, "Always more, Matthew Moore." Christine Dumas's sniffs weren't to her control anymore. The hurting to her struck most was because of how badly she cheated on the person who has gifted his soul to her, those punishable actions haunted Amy as she sobbed against the most loved thing she ever had in her existence.
Matt Hardy's eyes were closed in a normal way, though the tears had washed away as he cuddled Amy to him, tear-marks were lined onto his face. But that didn't matter, he could hear clearly as Lita's soft cries vibrated through his heart. He could justify the way their hearts were in the same beat, just like a few mornings before. The feeling of guiltiness was expanding through him, he hated to see Amy cry, of course, with guilt, the feeling of confusion was also hinting on his mind. Was Amy crying in sorrow or something else? But that was unimportant, she was with him now, she will always be with him, through arguments, through relations, Amy Christine Dumas will always be with Matt Hardy, she will always be the woman to complete him as a man. Matt believed in it, he believed in her, that's why Jeff's curses were shrunken when he was with HER.
Time seemed frozen as he held Amy against his chest, her sniffs slowed and started to stop through the time they remained hugged. After some while as the two breathed and their pulses slowed to a normal, he would hear whisper, "God I'd like to kiss you." Matt smiled. After almost two whole days without doing it, he opened a short chuckle. The sigh from Amy was enough to be proven how much she enjoyed him chuckling. "You could if you like to." He whispered back.
"I'd love to." Her hum wasn't in the hot and sexy tone, it was rather a mixture of want, need and sadness. Matt released his tight grip, but Amy simply pushed the Hardcore Champion back to his seat, her neck moved away from his and she buried her face into Matt's. The Mattitude creator used the lowering-liver to suspend the seat of the car backwards and downwards, giving Amy the space she needed to climb on top of him and situate to the driving seat and deepen her tongue as it toyed with Matt's. His already placed hand pushed firmly at her spine to enjoy the feel of comfort she suddenly showered upon him. SHE was his emotional fulfillment. SHE was all he needed.
But the brief make-up kiss was stopped short when they realized they had a show to perform. Matt had already wiped off most of Amy's dark-red lipstick with his tongue, so after breaking apart from the deep cuddle they shared, Matt brushed his hair and tied the ponytail at the end, which was released by Amy's hand during the process. Amy redid her highlighting textures in her gorgeous face and completed her make-up as Matt finished his 'Sensei of Mattitude' look complete with the black-sunglasses. Amy's shining straight raven hair was released from the beanie-cap she wore to keep her ears and head warm, they looked like the perfect couple.
After exiting the car, Matt and Lita gratefully signed some autographs to the small crowd made in the parking lot, of course most of the fans were actually jamming for the arrival of either of the highlighters of the night. But the enormous amounts of fans, more than 20 people that wanted graphs and their picture taken with Matt Hardy Version 1 and the Extreme Queen really surprised Team Extreme. Of course Matt & Amy were more than happy to take the pictures and sign the autographs, but they hadn't the idea that all of them wanted their picture! One of the fans wanted a picture taken with Matt and Amy kissing, he said he needed a recent one for his website and how big a fan he was to both of them. It was fun, interacting with the fans were always fun, after about 10 minutes, with hand-in-hand, Matt Hardy and Lita entered the arena via the guarded door, their names were already listed and a quick 'V.1' solute from Matt was all the security guard needed.
~ RAW cam ~
"The live broadcasting of WWE RAW brings us exclusively to Memphis once again! How does it feel to be back in hometown King?" Good Ol' J.R screamed through his headphone from the commentators table at the further side of the arena. Memphis was also his partner and co-commentator Jerry 'The King' Lawler's hometown.
"Well J.R it feels GREAT to be here, but I think what's more important is the upcoming match we have for you tonight. I heard the Hardcore Championship is gonna be on the line and actually IN the ring tonight?"
"You heard it right King, although we are not sure who the challenger will be, Eric Bischoff is keeping his surprises in tied boxes for now."
"I don't even think Matt Hardy is gonna be in SHAPE to defend his title, remember how badly Kane mishandled him in the Elimination Chamber J.R? Who could've survived that?!"
"You are absolutely right on that King, the Elimination Chamber from Armageddon last month was a very brutal match for ALL of the competitors, Matt Hardy was ambushed waay before the match by a team of Batista and Randy Orton A.K.A Evolution. Thankfully Hardy DID NOT lose his Hardcore title at the hands of those monsters. But when KANE pinned him at the Chamber after I think . . . 3 chokeslams on the raw steel, 2 powerbombs and finally an accidental Spear by Goldberg, I think it was just too much for the young man to handle."
"He has gone through a lot. But as the 'Sensei of Mattitude' Matt must return TONIGHT after the one-week off from action. Matt Hardy is back on RAW for the first time in 2004!"
The live camera then shifted at the click of a button arranged by the two experienced hosts as the large screen viewed the arrival of Matt and Lita through the parking lot and walking towards their private locker.
~ Live Cam AND Backstage, hallway ~
Matt's left arm was held by Amy in the coupling manner as she and he walked their way inside the stadium, from up ahead, Matt and Amy's agent rushed towards them with a cameraman holding an on camera.
"Matt! Matt!" The man cried while he ran towards the extreme couple. Must have been a live segment they weren't aware of, it happened very commonly in the WWE, mostly on RAW because the Smackdown segments were always pre-recorded as Matt remembers.
"Happy New Year man," The Hardy Boy tried to greet, his hands were full with Amy in one and his luggage in the other.
"Forget the new years! I just received the information about your match tonight!"
"Yeah . . . I'll be defending my title against some punk. Austin told me that, I know my schedule."
"NO! This isn't any punk! I just got this message from your challenger, he told me to tell you that . . ."
"That what?"
"That . . . Kane will be your opponent tonight."
Complete silence, it wasn't new about Bischoff trying to pull these kinds of bummers towards the Hardyz, ever since the beginning Eric was their enemy. Equaling, Amy to be his enemy, but Kane? Was Matt even mentally prepared to face that monster in one-on-one action?
"Matty?" He heard Amy squeeze him tighter, her voice was a bit concerned but it chilled his mind, of course fighting Kane was definitely an object worth worrying . . . sort of.
"Kane told you that?" Matt asked his manager.
"YES . . . good luck on that." That was all the staff-member had to say, on screen that is. Off screen Matt and Amy both knew how badly he was gonna crack-up and repeat possible lectures and etceteras about their schedule tonight. This guy wasn't exactly the best manager money could buy, but then again, it was his last day of job managing Matt Hardy! Lita was going to replace him starting next week.
The agent walked away with a sigh escaping him as the camera zoomed in on Matt's face, the black-labeled sunglass keeping his complete reaction hidden.
"You okay?" Lita softly spoke to him, nudging the broad shoulder of her boyfriend with her head before gazing at his blocked eyes for an answer.
After a sigh, Matt joyfully replied with a sudden change of mood, "Yeah, of course! I have you, what more can the Mattitude Leader need?" She only smiled back at the man,
"Well come on then," Lita protested, pushing Matt by his arm, sort of dragging MHV1, "Lets get you ready for your match." The gym-bag that was kept by her left shoulder weighted nothing as Amy Dumas took Matt Hardy to their common locker-room. The door was labeled: 'Matt&Lita— The Creators of Mattitude'.
~ RAW Cam ~
"Wow," King spoke to J.R back at ringside, "That was . . . interesting."
"I have to say, with Lita by his side Matt Hardy always seems to be confident about his actions. But we've also learned about his opponent tonight King!"
"Exactly my point J.R! I mean, KANE?! Matt has JUST cured himself from a very painful injury and THIS is how Stone Cold Steve Austin pays him?"
"You can't blame everything on Stone Cold, King. For as all we know, I bet Eric Bischoff is behind this! He never was much of a helper for the 'face-side' of our roster."
"Hey wait a minute J.R! Now YOU can't blame everything on Eric Bischoff! He's our Co-General Manager!"
"He is ALSO the guy who almost cost us our jobs King!"
" . . . right."
~ Backstage ~
As the night continued on without any attempts to stop, this truly was a memorable night for the Raw roster and all of its fans as the WWE embarked a striking start to the new year of 2004. The first few matches ended and the first few segments were even over, but Monday Night Raw never ends until Evolution makes their demands. And right now, after almost an hour into the show, this was offscreen in the depths of the Evolution locker room where Ric Flair, Randy Orton, Batista and Y2J Chris Jericho were enjoying their little chat.
"So is this final or what?" Jericho literally snapped at Flair, "Are you doing the announcement?"
"We told you before Chris," Flair grunted from the bench on which he sat, Batista, Orton and Y2J were all standing on their feet. "The answer is still the same." Said he.
"Great! That is just what I wanted to hear. Now, if any of the guys actually goes through the whole 'bounty' thing, you can assure I am the one paying it! So don't worry about the payments."
"We are not worried about the payments," This time, it was the brute Batista who spoke with his threatening voice, he was close enough to Y2J he could go nose to nose with him. "No matter who does what Jericho, I will be the one getting that money. I will crush Matt Hardy VONEEAH! . . . just as brutally as I crushed Goldberg. That money is MINE." His hissing voice mixed with the envy in Batista's eyes, all combined to show how brutal this man could be. He demolished the ankle of the legendary Goldberg, made Shawn Michaels bleed with his grip, and even seduced Amy Dumas into having sex with him, to which she is still ashamed of. Obviously, he had no mercy, no remorse and no feeling for the life of another human being. Batista was just as deadly as his character, and it pleased Jericho to know that. The sly player only smirked a one-cheek smile and chewed on his Extra-breath mint as Dave's face was almost squashed to his.
"Nice motivation junior," He meant that in a normal way, "Lets see you KEEP that motivation after tonight."
A small grin tucked to the corner of the mammoth's mouth as well as he proceeded to say, "Don't worry." Batista spoke, his angry-Hulk-like-glare reducing down. "OUR little game will be a successful one." The smile spread across his facial muscles, "I can't wait to do that to her again . . ."
Chuckles of pure greed echoed through the room, for some reason they found their 'idea' to be funny. For some devilish purposes, Batista was much like Smackdown!'s Brock Lesner, he loved to put pain to others . . .
~ 9:30 PM ~
RAW started at 8PM this evening, Matt Hardy and Amy Lita Dumas arrived at the arena at 8:45, and now it was 9:30, only a few minutes away from Matt's match. The hype for the battle was done in the commentator's table as any Hardcore-Title-Match was hyped. Matt was given approximately 45 minutes to prepare for his title-defense tonight, it was the 5th in the match-card with the main-event set at the 8th. Indeed Mattitude was earning a lot of public over the past few months, but exercising for the match had ended a long while ago. Even as Matt Hardy wore a black gym-top and a blue with white-striped sport trousers, even as his sweat from the warm-up he finished was bathing his body, Matt's breathing still remained in the adrenaline-type of excitement. As for Amy, she was almost like in the state of her boyfriend, her entire body reflected light from the shined-sweat that washed her skins. Her hair now completely open but also disturbed, and the yellow-tanktop and matching yellow short-pants, which never traveled any down than her upper-thighs, all were wet with either her own, or Matt's body-salt. And just like Matthew, even Amy Dumas's lungs received no air as her breath was taken away by the one man she loved. She was slammed against the wall as Matt's tongue tangled with hers, her palms pulling the Hardy by his cheeks but then surrounding his nape to thrush him deeper into her essence. Matt's hands touched everywhere, their bodies moved in a very hurrying temper, moans and gasps between kisses were hurling from them, but they wanted more. Matt fully stopped the sweet-struggle of the two of them at last as he pushed himself and his mouth to completely block away Amy's. Nothing was below her yellow-tanktop, and even if a bra was there, it couldn't block the way Lita's nipples hardened and her blossoming breasts erected. Matt's own sexual-organ was in the intense of moments, he could feel the cum drifting through his staff as it rubbed against the small space below her stomach. His hands pushed against her unbelievable buttocks, she could moan from inside the kiss, as did he. There was a chewing gum lost somewhere in the midst of this sexual-battle, which had to break for oxygen.
Gasps and pants, moans and sniffs escaped the two of them, Matt stopped the kiss for just a second to breathe before sealing the deal once more, but she broke off again and re-entered with a very long smooching sound equaling to another very long smooch. Amy smacked away at his lips and carefully opened her closed eyes, she saw him doing the same, Matt's hands were holding her hair now, his own hair loosen from the band by her eons ago. Their glares locked upon each other yet again as they stood there, against the wall. With no worries about the show, no worries about the match . . . for now at least. Matt knew he should be pumping himself up for the title-defense, he knew how important the upcoming match was. But Amy was more important, the same Amy who now whispered against him; "We . . . we need to get ready for the match Matt," Her voice convincing, full of care. They were on live right now with the kept camera that was resting on one of the steel-lockers, but they didn't know about that.
"I know," he whispered back to her, she was right.
"So . . ." Amy spoke a bit louder this time, she pushed him a bit away by her palms against his chest,
"So?" Matt had to ask, a smile on both of their gasping faces.
"So, we will have to continue this later." Responded Lita, adoring the puppy-dog face he was trying to make. "I'll be in the shower kay? You need to wash-up too cause I think we're up next." Lita's voice was sweet but she pushed Matt to sit down on the bench as she walked towards the unisex bathroom, for their private locker room only that is, Matt would never let any of them walk into a unisex bathroom with an opposite sex already IN it! And neither would Amy ever go into one.
"Kay." Matt responded with sarcasm and a sad-face. She only smiled and walked inside, of course, the sight of Amy in that sexy state was also something Matt admired. He heaved a sigh as the bathroom door shut closed with the occupant inside. If they were at home or in a hotel-room right now, Amy would drag Matt with her, but they had a show to do, they had to look extremely perfect infront of the camera and a world-wide crowd! It was an agreement for both of them, no sex in the bathroom before the show. The room temperature was kept warm thanks to the arena's air-conditioning system.
Matt rolled to the ground on the other side and used his hands to do some pushups before his chance for showering could get handled, although such a drastic shifting of sex-to-exercising did need a bit used-to.
The door opened behind him as Matt quickly got to his feet, he was the Hardcore champ now! Any attack at any moment was possible! Matt turned around in a sudden-fighting-mode but only saw Trish entering with a odd look up her face. "Are you all right?" She loudly asked, Matt relaxed his shoulders knowing it was only Trish Stratus. "Yeah." He answered.
"Relax Matt! Ah . . . where's Lee?" She meant Lita,
"Yeah ah . . . she's taking a shower inside," Matt's head motioned towards the door on the further side of the room. Trish agreed a 'hmm', "Well I think that's just what I need to know. Mind if I go in?"
"It's up to her!"
"She wouldn't."
He shrugged,
"Well . . . keep exercising! Ohh . . . nice pajamas." The younger diva proceeded to walk inside the bathroom to meet her bestfriend.
The door once again closed as the Mattitude Sensei let out another sigh, he prepared to use the towel to wipe off some of his sweat before showering, a nice, cold shower with his favorite shampoo would be just too much relaxing. It was just perfect.
"Hey man," A rather unsuspecting voice called at Matt from the main door. As it opened to a full and re-closed with the fellow-wrestler inside, Matt saw the cleaned-form of Y2J Chris Jericho standing before him.
"What do you want?" He was annoyed as he asked,
"Look Matt, I'm just here to talk to you about your match with Kane."
"My match?" A funny smile spread across his tired face, Y2J actually coming to help him about his match? That would be the day! "Get real Jerk-hi-cho" That was insulting.
"Real sweet man, real sweet. I'm just here to help you out! I wrestled that monster 3 weeks ago, he isn't a guy who likes to be messed with I'll tell you that much."
"I don't need your authorities Chris, remember those words I told you that morning? I meant every single one of it. I don't trust you."
Jericho breathed heavy, "Look, Matt. If you could just TRY to trust me, I'm not the same guy any more."
"Just . . . don't talk alright? I think we both know how bad it gets when you talk. So for the love of God just shut the hell up."
"That was originally MY line?"
The glare from Matt Hardy was enough to remind Jericho that he wasn't in a joking-mood, not with him at the least. "Just get out of my room." The oldest Hardy Boy told him, not asked, TOLD him. He could sense very clearly how fake that sigh from Jericho was when Chris heaved it.
"Fine," Said Y2J, "I can see I'm not appreciated."
"You see right."
The two only glared at each other, nothing more than just glares and threatening motivations to snap. Jericho calmed himself down, he would win his brother's girl at the end anyways, he thought. The Canadian Superstar turned around and left the private locker-room.
Matt only stood motionless as one of his worst-enemies left his sight. He didn't like Y2J, he didn't like his character nor his sick and twisted soul. The 'face' mask was only a tool to make others believe he had really changed, Amy wouldn't believe it, but Matt Hardy knew . . . he knew how evil Chris Jericho could be, how evil Chris Irvine could be . . .
~ Outside the Locker room ~
And that evil sure didn't waste himself to the live-camera he knew was on-line. Jericho stepped out of the room and made sure there was NOTHING that could see him right now, no one was looking, and this was his time for celebration.
The slick person shoved his mobile from his left-jacket-pocket (I always wanted to say that.) and clicked multiple commands on it to come to view the pictures he needed.
The sly smirk on his face returned, the hazardous smile that showed the true colors of Y2J, that actually defined his name, Chris Jericho was JUST like his 3-lettered-name, he was just as insane as the original Y2K virus. On the digital screen of his cell-phone, the glance Chris had on, the view which made him smile like that . . . it was the nude pictures of Amy Dumas in the bed with Batista, from that night when she was wronged. Those same pictures that Batista took . . . Y2J smiled at them, enjoying the sheer nudity of the person Matt Hardy was in love with. And if everything would go as Jericho planned, if things got along perfectly, he knew it wouldn't be JUST Batista who will get a chance for revenge . . . Y2J had bad intentions in his mind very extremist-like intentions . . .
~ RAW cam, in ring ~
The time was 9:56, RAW was back LIVE from a commercial break as J.R and King welcomed us back from Memphis. The upcoming match would be to determine the WWE Hardcore Championship. Only a few minutes away from its start, the screen suddenly went black just like a computer_dos_mode would. A very fast type was heard and the words
'Matt&Lita— Team Extreme.
Run.' wrote itself into the screen as it started downloading.
'Oh YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!' Matt Hardy's voice screamed through the speakers as out walked Matt Hardy and his girlfriend and manager— Lita! Today's Matt-Fact, specially chosen by Amy: 'Matt gave Lita a very special candlelight dinner on New Years Eve.'
The sounds of the crowds cheering for Matt and Amy had just lifted their hearts to the next level, this amount of fans, this big opportunity, it was just like a dream-come-true.
Matt wore his usual silk-jacket and pants as Lita had on her black-leather-mini skirt and red sleeve-less top, they were Team Extreme, the creators of Mattitude. The two entered the ring as their music vibrated through the speakers, but not out-singing the loud eruption of the crowds chanting and screaming their names. Matt slid in the squared-circle and posed on the southwestern turnbuckle as Amy wowed the crowd at the northeastern. She lightly moonsaulted back to Matt's arms and enjoyed the reactions the fans presented to them. It was again, breathtaking.
After the famous entrance was over, the crowds wouldn't ever stop chanting 'Version One! Version One!', indeed, the return of their Hardcore Champion was something the people loved. It was something Amy loved. Matt took the microphone from that moment on, seeing him smiling again, seeing him happy, it was very heart-warming for Amy as she knew it wasn't only HER who could give Matt happiness. Not to be judged badly, Amy loved Matt Hardy, but she just didn't want herself to be the ONE thing he thought in his life to be important, his career, his philosophy, okay his career, there were more to life than just Lita, she wanted her Matty to enjoy all of it.
Matt spoke into the microphone with everything he had to say; to keep it short, he explained to the crowd just how extreme he felt to return after a week of rehab. He told them about his injuries, about how Jeff had injured, but overall, at the end of it, Matt turned back to the smiling Lita. He told the fans how great it was to be with her, no, he told the fans there was no limit of greatness to be with Amy Dumas. He told her everything he was feeling at that moment in the car earlier tonight, he revealed to the entire world of the love he shared for her, for Lita, Matt told the fans his true inspiration for Mattitude. "Lita is my true inspiration," He said, "Her ability to fight, her confidence, her personality, SHE was the real reason I created Mattitude. Lita is the true creator of Mattitude, she is my inspiration." His smiles, her smiles, the current moment onscreen had to be one of the most historical Matt and Lita moments this year, this New Year of 2004. Finally, after a long moment-taken to guide both the return of the Mattitude Sensei and the Extreme Queen of Mattitude, Matt Hardy told Lita Dumas the three words he didn't say through the whole speech, he told her 'I Love you.' The screaming of the fans had erupted once more, a slight formation of tear consumed Amy's eyes, yes it was a segment, but the most beautiful aspect of it was . . . it wasn't scripted. Nothing was, she knew Matt was saying these things from his soul, and what else could she say? Only one thing as she took the mic from his hands, she slowly said what she always said, "I love you more." Surrounding his nape once again, Lita pulled her man to her lips, gently she kissed on it before he opened it to let out the heat of pure love engulf in both of them. Their tongues clashed together as the fans went screaming insane, screaming in both happiness and support. Mostly all of the people out here tonight were very supporting, they knew how true love was, they knew it when they saw the two of them pairing in the ring. They saw it from the beginning when Matt and Lita first kissed in the ring of Smackdown, and they saw it now, their kiss consuming the entire audiences' minds. Matt Hardy and Lita should always be together.
But then, just like as all evil destroys and hates the true meaning of love and comfort, so did this evil interrupt in such a romantic moment. The four corners of the ring exploded with flame, startling both Matt and Amy apart from the kiss, Matt felt Lita grabbing onto him as the sudden strike of fear unleashed upon her. Matt held her tight, he wouldn't let go, he knew exactly who was doing this . . . he knew exactly who was coming. And so did the fans, and so did Amy Dumas.
Kane was here . . .
(TBC)
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A/N, Next update on Thursday! Be there! ~_~
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